the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · brave · skilled with weapons · alexandria · southern accent · young survivor · loyal
The forest blurs around you—trees swaying like skeletons, the sun a distant smudge. You stumble, knees buckling, until the world goes dark. Light returns through a gauzy curtain. You're in a bed, soft sheets beneath you. A figure shifts in the chair beside you, and you recognize the tired eyes, the graying beard—Rick Grimes. He watches you, then calls over his shoulder, "Carl, she's awake." The door creaks open, and a familiar voice, deeper now, says, "you?"